"The methods you mentioned can only be temporary, and they can't solve the problem fundamentally," Wujie retorted, shaking his head.

"Kill a group of bandits, and there will be another group of bandits next year; You redeem your life for women, and they have no money, and they will eventually sell themselves in the dust;

If you can use Buddhism to transform the bandits and let them know how to be grateful and give back, they will never pick up a butcher's knife again. Let the dusty woman regain her self-esteem and morality, and she will not fall into the dust again in the future. ”

"Uh......" Yan Yunting stopped talking, he knew that if he went down with the unring bar again, his ears would definitely be nagged out of the cocoon.

"Da Da Da ......" without a ring continued to knock on the wooden fish and chant the scriptures.

"Ahhh......hhh It's noisy! Salted fish again! It's a wooden fish again, are you trying to drive people crazy! Ding Jiujiu pinched his nose and rushed to the deck, pointing at Wujie and drinking:

"Stinky monk! You have to knock when you get up in the morning, you still knock at noon, and then you knock from before sunset to after sunset, what do you want! ”

Wujie didn't stop, but said lightly: "Master Ding, your heart is very impetuous, why don't you sit down and I will teach you a set of meditation formulas." ”

"Who cares about your mantra!" Ding Jiujiu took out a silver ingot, which must be fifty taels, from his sleeve and threw it in front of Wujie: "Take fifty taels!" I'll buy a day clean! ”

"Amitabha, a poor monk is a monk, and money is something outside the body—"

"Well, you're not enough, aren't you? Fifty taels more for you! Ding Jiujiu took out another ingot of silver and smashed it on Wujie's body.

Wujie stopped beating, and his voice was still flat: "Master Ding Shi is calm and don't be impatient, the poor monk is reciting the "Great Day Salvation Prajnaparamita Sutra", and there is still one last lesson to complete the blessing of this journey."

"And how long will you have to knock this last lesson?"

"Three days."

"I. Go. You. Mother. Target! I've smashed you broken wooden fish! Ding Jiujiu frowned angrily and kicked the wooden fish off the ink boat.

Wujie frowned slightly, just slightly.

Ding Jiujiu crossed his waist and stared at Wujie, looking like you can help me.

Of course, as a Zen master, he would never be like a female streamer, Wujie slowly stood up, folded the monk's robe, and jumped from the bow of the boat with a light touch of his toes.

The unguarded body was like a feather, and there was a ripple on the surface of the water at his feet, and he walked calmly on the surface of the river, without the slightest fluctuation of true qi around his body.

Wujie gently picked up the wooden fish, and just as he was about to return, suddenly a "person" floated in front of him, the "person" was swollen in clothes, lying on his back on the water and drifting with the current, looking like a young man.

Wujie hurriedly stepped forward to check, sure enough, it was a drowning teenager, he hurriedly picked up the teenager, checked the pulse, and was still beating but very weak.

Wujie took the boy onto the boat, lay down on the deck, and gently pressed his palm to his chest, "Poof! The boy choked on a mouthful of river water, and coughed violently ...... "cough, cough, cough."

Yan Yunting hurriedly took off his coat to keep the boy warm, "Quick!" Go make a bowl of ginger tea! ”

The boy choked on the fluid in his lungs, and his body curled up under his robe and shivered.

Soon, Ding Jiujiu brought a bowl of ginger tea, and Qing Yan also brought a quilt to drape for the young man.

Yan Yunting fed the young man to drink ginger tea, and he had already had internal strength to ward off the cold, and after a while, the young man stopped the cold war, and his face returned to blood, he slowly opened his eyes, but the first sentence was frightened:

"Don't! Don't eat me! Don't eat ......"

"Little brother, we're not bad guys, you don't have to worry." Qing Yan comforted softly.

The young man looked around, sniffed, threw himself into Qing Yan's arms and cried: "Wow...... There are monsters! There are man-eating monsters! ”

"Monsters that eat people, aren't they ......" Qing Yan looked at Yan Yunting.

Yan Yunting grabbed the young man's collar and pulled him away, and asked, "Boy, what does that man-eating monster look like?" Where is it? And why are you floating in the water? ”

The young man choked for a long time before he raised his hand and pointed ahead: "On the dock over there, suddenly someone went crazy, pounced when he saw someone, and bit when he pounced, and many people were forced to jump into the river......

The boy was only twelve or thirteen years old, and he was relatively fat, and his clothes were relatively loose, so that he could pick up a life in the turbulent Yellow River.

"How crazy are the people? Is it a group or one? Yan Yunting asked again.

The young man said: "We fled from Yongzhou together, originally wanted to rent a boat to cross the river, but an entourage suddenly fell to the ground convulsions and vomited blood, we all thought he was going to die, but who knew that he jumped up again, biting people like wolves, the people who were bitten vomited blood and went crazy like him, the big guys were scattered, some escaped, and some jumped into the river......

"That's why the poisoner didn't run away." Yan Yunting got up and looked in the direction that the young man pointed, and there was indeed a small pier where fishing boats were docked about half a mile away.

"Speaking of which, I've never seen a poisonous man infected with the plague, and today I can finally open my sword!" Ding Jiujiu raised his sword, and even a little impatient.

"It's not child's play to deal with poisonous people, once they are contaminated with poisonous blood, they may be infected, so they can't dock this time." Yan Yunting said, and greeted the Momen sailors on the ship:

"Everyone, get on the guns and crossbows, and pay attention to the helmsman, the ship is at most ten feet closer to the pier!"

The ten sailors on the ink ship, all elite disciples of the ink sect, are experienced in all kinds of mechanisms, they are divided into two groups, two musketeers and three crossbowmen, distributed on the left and right sides of the ship.

The ink boat is getting closer and closer to the wharf, and it can already see the general situation on the wharf - more than thirty poisonous people are gathered under the wharf station, and there are seven or eight survivors entrenched on the roof of the post station.

The post station is not high, and with the climbing speed of the poisoner, it will soon be captured.

"Smack!" Yan Yunting raised the fire gun and fired the first shot.

The sound of gunfire echoed on the flat river, and the corpses were also attracted by the sound of this gunshot, and divided into a part to move closer to the ink boat.

The dock was covered in blood, stumps and broken arms could be seen everywhere, and some poisonous people only had half of their bodies left, their internal organs drooping outside, running crazy and throwing them off one by one, and the terrifying picture directly taught people's scalps to be numb.

"Gross!" Ding Jiujiu stroked the side of the boat and vomited profusely. Qing Yan also bit her lip and couldn't bear to look at it directly, "This ...... What kind of virus is this, and it can be so bloody......"

The helmsman docked the ink boat on the river ten zhang away from the pier according to the order, and after it was stable, Yan Yunting gave the order: "Crossbowmen and firecrackers, listen, as long as you destroy their heads, they will be completely killed, see the fight, don't hurt the innocent!" ”

"Bang ......"

"Whoosh ......"

Firebolts and crossbow arrows are fired in unison.

The sailors were very accurate in their marksmanship, and they could kill one with two or three shots, so that in a few rounds, all the poisonous people on the dock were wiped out.